Short poem.
As I lie on my trampoline I watch nature go by,
As the wind blows past me I watch the sweet birds fly.
The gentle breeze touches my skin, tickles my face and
blows my hair,
It rustles the leaves and shakes them wildly but never do
they tear.
I listen to the sweet birds twitter and sing their songs to
each other,
I watch the baby birds waiting nervously for their
mother.
How lucky I am to be in this humble place that always
stays this way,
It’s peaceful and special where I am today.
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